Found in a forest of ferns, a winged being of the water.
Neither fleeing by flight or foot, she waits and watches still.
What confluence of events has taken place to arrive here?
Among the Ferns
Mallard
Mallard Morning
Slowly drifting near shore on a bright Autumn morning at dawn.
The cold morning air a reminder you will soon be leaving.
On this morning, you forget tomorrow and enjoy today.